Armada by Ernest Cline
Yes, Ready Player One was some uber-geekery, but in finding an audience Cline cast a large net. It wasn’t just the 20-sided dice rollers and the joystick jockeys – no. Readers who loved Star Wars, read William Gibson or Douglas Adams, listened to Rush, or quoted lines from The Breakfast Club fell under Cline’s spell. It was good stuff and, despite the novel being one ginormous mash-up, it was original and it was entertaining.
Now, four years later, Cline’s cult following is clamoring for his next book: Armada. Out in July, Armada is the story of Zack Lightman, a teenage gamer who learns that all of the hours he has spent playing the eponymous game has actually been training for the ultimate challenge – to save the Earth from invading aliens (“See ma, I told you I wasn’t wasting my time.”).
Sound familiar? It should. The premise is identical to that of The Last Starfighter (1984), in which a trailer park kid learns that his favorite arcade game, Starfighter, has been an exercise to prepare him for an alien war. It’s also a premise that arises in Ender’s Game, as well as in a new movie called Pixels, starring Adam Sandler and Peter Dinklage, except that in Pixels, the Earth is under attack from actual video games – PacMan, Donkey Kong, etc. – a twist likely to make that movie more interesting than Armada. Because frankly, Armada is not all that interesting.
The novel opens with the sudden appearance of an alien spacecraft outside the window of a Beaverton, Oregon high school, where our hero, Zack, is the only witness. Cline really packs the science fiction mentions into these opening pages – Time Bandits, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and Star Wars all within a few sentences. Please pass the blue milk, Aunt Beru. It’s all very nudge-nudge, wink-wink, with Zack making these oblique references to everything from Viking mythology to Star Trek, and all points between.
“Being forced to sit between my mortal enemy and my ex-girlfriend every afternoon made e seventh-period math feel like my own private Kobayashi Maru…”
Zack had recently been leafing through his father’s old notebooks, in which the deceased Xavier Ulysses Lightman expounds on a theory that, since the 1960s, the government has been bankrolling all of the popular science fiction movies and video games as some sort of preparation for a future first-contact with aliens. The appearance of a spaceship that no one else but he sees has Zack questioning his sanity and concluding that “The apple had fallen right next to the Crazy Tree.”
As it happens, the aliens do exist, and Zack, Armada expert that he is, is whisked off to the top secret Earth Defense Alliance base in Nebraska, where he meets a nice girl with Alien and Tank Girl tattoos and a chrome hip flask painted to look like R2-D2. Things move fast from here, and by fast I mean that over the course of the next 24 hours, Zack fights the Alien horde, is relocated to “Moon Base Alpha,” meets his heretofore presumed-dead father (Whoops! Spoiler alert… really?), and together they save humanity from certain doom, earning the respect of an intergalactic peace alliance and meeting Stephen Hawking and Neil deGrasse Tyson (a thinly-veiled version of whom also appears in Neal Stephenson’s Seveneves) in the process.
Armada is ultimately disappointing. The plot is paper-thin, and it buckles and sinks under the weight of all the aforementioned pop culture easter eggs, which turn out to be the best part of the book. The writing is mediocre at best, the characters are one-dimensional, and the ending is eye-rollingly ridiculous. Save yourself a few Altarian dollars and forgo this one. Better yet, if you want to enjoy a smart and funny science fiction novel, you need look no further than Charles Yu’s How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe, one of my favorites from the past five years. I’d love to hear yours in the comments.
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Old people shouldn’t be allowed to be reviewers. Instead of having anything of merit to say about the novel, all you did was compare it to things we read and saw in our youth. I have a kid of my own reading Armada, and ‘The Last Starfighter’ was released before I was even born! Writers are writing for their generation. Do you know how amped I was to see Neil Degrasse Tyson as a character in a novel?! An honest to goodness African-American hero that doesn’t play a sport – I’m chuffed to bits, I cried, I was proud. I’m sure there are plenty of people that agree with your review, but it depressed me, seriously.
Hey, Pynk. I’m sorry my review depressed you. It’s so rare that I write a negative review, largely because I read and review books that I believe I’ll like. As you can tell from my opener on this review, I really enjoyed Ready Player One and had hoped, at the very least, for a repeat performance. Unfortunately, it just wasn’t there. I won’t repeat my critique in the comments, but Armada falls pretty short of the mark. You mentioned your son, but have YOU read this book? I’m guessing you haven’t, or at least your expectations of fiction are pretty low.
Now, regarding my age – You must be aware that Ernest Cline is also an old person (roughly my age), right? And, if you read Ready Player One, you clearly know that he is writing for an audience nostalgic for 1980s geekdom – again, geeks of my generation. So, it seems trollish to say that “old people shouldn’t be allowed to be reviewers,” especially when I did attempt to speak to the novel’s merits and its shortcomings. Unfortunately, it just had more shortcomings than merits.